Glenboig Pentecostal Fellowship was founded by a remarkable man named George Reid Snr.

I had the privilege of meeting George for the first time in 1965 in a house in Pendeen Crescent, Barlanark, Glasgow when I was a young, recently converted, teenager. George sat in a chair and talked to a group of us. Many had just been converted to Christ out of Glasgow gangs. George talked about his amazing life as a Christian. He told us about a few of the miracles he had seen in his life and there was a quiet confidence and anointed presence about him as he spoke. An outstanding miracle in George's life is recorded below. Thanks to Alison Black this account has been located. Alison 's father, Hugh Black, took time to interview George and preserve some of the details of the incident in print, Alison mentioned to me that in the 1960s she saw the film referred to in the extract below and in it the falling object was actually seen stopping in mid-air. She also mentioned that the signed document was filmed and reproduced in the fimed account of the miracle.On reading Mr Black’s record of his interview my own recollection and memory of what George told me was revived. Many of the details recorded are just as I remember him telling us as he encouraged us to trust God more.

J McLaughlin, March 2011

The Remarkable Miracle experienced by George Reid

Mr George Reid, who has pastored a Pentecostal work in Glenboig in Scotland for many years, was a paratrooper in the Medical Corps during the war. He came to the moment of his first jump. His group had all received instruction and were ready to go. Some were quite nervous–amongst them, I think, one or two ex-theological students whose views differed from my Pentecostal friend’s. He joked with them that they should not be afraid to jump if their theological views were sound and all was well with their souls. “However, “he said, “I was the last out and it was not so funny when it came to my own turn. I jumped and immediately I knew there was something wrong. There was a great tug on my parachute which should not have happened.

I then dropped like a stone and when I pulled my rip cord nothing happened. “Evidently the parachute had become entangled with one of the wheels of the plane and had been ripped right across. “ It was useless,” he said, "as a piece of brown paper.” When he realised the perilous nature of his situation he shouted out, “Lord, here I am.” This I have always found amusing although the circumstances were so serious. It was perfectly obvious where George was. The question was surely rather, where was the Lord? Well, the Lord was there all right. “I stopped," said George, in mid-air. I didn’t just slow down. I stopped and then floated down, having the softest landing I ever had in any parachute jump." Evidently George landed behind a hill and he then proceeded to the next point at which he was due to report-the Naffi canteen. As he was having a cup of tea he heard one soldier ask another, “ Who was it who was killed in the parachute jump this afternoon?” The episode had been seen but the hillock had concealed the final stages from some of the watching eyes. The “blood wagon” had, in fact been sent to collect the dead man but when it arrived there was no dead man there. Fortunately the whole incident was recorded on film and George received a signed statement confirming the miracle before he left the Services.